Xu Xie had come, and Xu Quan had come too.
Zhao Feng couldn't send the brothers packing, so he ordered someone to set out two more pairs of chopsticks. Perhaps it was only his imagination, but Xu Xie seemed a little strange today. His eyes kept darting about, and he was always avoiding Zhao Feng's gaze. No matter how Zhao Feng looked at it, Xu Xie seemed guilty.
Zhao Feng had always been a straightforward man, and he had a decent relationship with Xu Xie. Naturally, if something puzzled him, he simply asked.
"Wenshi, are you feeling guilty about something?"
At that simple question, Xu Xie immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Qin Li couldn't stand his old friend's bluntness. He had meant to smooth things over and lighten the mood, but when his gaze swept over the sweat beading on Xu Xie's forehead, he swallowed his words. His instincts told him that something was about to happen today.
Xu Xie wiped his sweat with his sleeve and gave an awkward laugh.
"...Well, Da Yi, I heard you've been fretting over Da Wei's marriage these past few years, looking around for a suitable match for her?"
Zhao Feng said, "Do you really need to hear about that?"
Xu Xie had clearly known about it for a long time.
It was a perfectly straightforward question, yet Xu Xie didn't know how to respond. The fingers poking out of his sleeve curled up awkwardly. Qin Li could tell that Xu Xie was struggling with intense turmoil and indecision. What could have put Wenshi in such a difficult position?
"Well, then, what do you think of my Wenshi?"
Zhao Feng wondered if he'd misheard. "What did you say?"
Xu Xie took a deep breath and gathered his courage again. "My Wenshi is